Their weapons clashed, causing the crowd to go even more wild. Gamora struck before leaning in, pushing her sword against Drax's weapons. "You're not even trying to hurt me," she scowled.

"We are just making it look good," Drax replied. Gamora grunted before pushing harder on her sword, causing Drax to flip , before landing on his feet. The crowd cheered.

"And that bastard up there is gonna figure that out. We need to have a real fight." Gamora swung, barely causing Drax to step back. She was too busy trying to think of a way to make Drax angry enough to fight her, to think about it. Sure, they were fighting now, but that Grandmaster up there was sure to soon to figure it out. "Unless you lost your edge," Gamora said, trying anything. "Afraid you can't handle me?" She got her sword ready, just in case. Nothing.

Losing her patience, she swung, yelling," I'm Thanos' daughter!" She had now manged to get behind Drax and jump him. "I worked for Ronin! Tell me you never wondered if I had something to do with the destruction of your family!" Drax's eyes wided. Pushing up his huge arms, he made her fall off, turning around in a second. Gamora barely had a moment to get up, before Drax swung, trying to kill. His eyes were wide with shock and anger. "I-I didn't..." Gamora barely blocked off Drax's swung. "But uh... Okay, dumb move." She wanted a fight, and now she had got it. But now Drax was trying to kill her. Great.

Silence rang throughout the warehouse where the Milano was stored in, with the exception of the numbing noise of buzzing from the drones, that went back and forth inside and out of the Milano, placing and taking out things. Well, that was until...

Bam!

The door to the warehouse exploded, and Rocket started shooting. "Hey, my ship looks great!" I said excitedly, before dunking from a drone shot. Getting up, I yelled, "Look at all the toys!"

"I am Groot!" Groot said picking up Rocket from his shoulder, and throwing him onto the higher platform. Rocket shot at the drones, knocking them down.

"Yeah. One, I paid for those upgrades so again-aahh!" his rant was interrupted by a drone shooting. Sadly, for me, I knew he was probably going to start it up again. "My ship!"

Groot extended his arm, and grabbed hold of the drone that was shooting at Rocket. Using it like a bat, he swung other drones out of the park.

Rocket crouched down, gun in hand. "Two, if I won that racing ship, you could have the Milano." Hearing a low drone buzzing noise beside him, he turned and fired. "Cause, you know, I'm nice that way. And three, Drax was like-totally unbeatable!" Rocket was up now with his hands in the air, as if it would help in his case.

"Okay, one," I said, raising my gun and icing the floor, to knock out some drones. "Drax paid for the ship, not you. Two, we don't need another ship," I said, as I pointed my gun behind me and blowing up the drones that were sliding behind me. "And, three-aahh!" I yelped as my feet stepped and slipped on the frozen ice, causing me to flip and land on my stomach. The journal slid out of my jacket pocket, and slid across the ice. "No!" I yelped as the drones started scurrying across the the ice towards it. Pushing with my hands and sliding across the ice on my stomach, I quickly slide across the ice towards it.

Grabbing at it, I didn't do anything but make it slid slightly father and open to some random page. "Oooh..."

At the top of the page to at least halfway down was an weird x code thingy, with every scramble of letters starting with x, and the English version underneath. Grapping it, I flipped through the next few pages and they were the same, except with a few pictures and diagrams. Sliding to the edge of ice, I tucked the journal safety into my jacket pocket as I got up. Dusting my self off, I turned on my rocket boots and landed onto my ship. "Like unbeatable is not the same as unbeatable!" I said, making those quot symbols with my fingers. I rushed inside my ship, with Groot and Rocket following in pursuit. "Right, diary keeper," Rocket said before jumping onto his chair. "Aahh!" he yelped as he slipped off and landing on his butt. He raised his arms as in to say," What the heck?!"

"I am Groot," Groot said, leaning on Rocket's chair. Rocket folded his arms.

"What do you mean custom sizing cost extra?!"

"Oooo," I said, moving around in my new seat. " Is this real leather? And hey, I am not!"

Rocket only growled before sitting back in his chair, this time more carefully, and pressing a button. A bomb rang out and destroyed the back of the warehouse. "The energy dome over the area is being projected from the Grandmaster's tower. We just have to take it out," I said.

"Duh, not my first rodeo Slick," Rocket said, his arms spread out in order to control the controls. "Eerrgggg," he muttered underneath his breath as he tried to use the controls. They were stuck in one position it seemed. I was having the same problem as well. Sort of.

"System failures all over the ship," I muttered as I tried to get the guns ready, and noticing that something wasn't right. "Aahh!" I said as something suddenly gave out, giving out smoke everywhere. Shocked, I stood up. Waving my hand trying to clear it, I soon noticed something. "What's this little gizmo that looks like a bomb counting down!?" I said, stating the last part more than questioning it.

"Uh, that would be a bomb counting down," Rocket said sarcastically. Groot looked up from his area, noticing problems as well.

"I am Groot, I am Groot, I am Groot!" he said fanatically.

"Hey, who's controlling my ship!?"

"You mean my ship?!" I said angrily.

"Again, I control Conjunction, I arranged all your upgrades and booby-traps, which means I control your ship. I've been three steps ahead of you since you got here," the Grandmaster stated pungently.

My eyes narrowed. "That little piece of shit... What else has he done to my ship?"

"Stay three steps ahead of this!" Rocket said suddenly, before jumping off the ship and landing into a Conjunction racing ship.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Rocket glanced over at the Grandmaster stating ,"Making my own rules," before turning back towards the controls. The Conjunction racing ship flew up, to land it's self right underneath my ship. He started pushing us up. "As soon as we're over the statue's head, throw down the bombs," Rocket said.

"Roger that." I started collecting the bombs.

The Grandmaster sneered. "You're ruining everything!"

"In three, two, one."

Adding the last bomb Groot found last minute, I kicked them overboard. The bundle landed right between the statue's eyes and stayed.

"No, nobody beats the Grandmaster!"

The bombs exploded, breaking off the head of the statue, breaking the energy dome. Down went the statue's head.

A lone figure on the ground whipped off his hood in alarm , swirling around to face the head. Lifting his one good arm to his ear, he stated," This is Titus. I want all units on Conjunction at the arena now."

Turning, the Grandmaster's eyes widened. Rocket was coming at him full speed. Jumping off the last second, Rocket landed on top of one of the arena walls, while the Grandmaster wasn't that lucky. Screaming at the top of his lungs(and was it just me, or did he sound like a little girl? I smile smudgy at that thought) the Grandmaster's ship crashed landed into the arena, with the Grandmaster flipping out, landing face flat, butt in the air. The Pandorian Crystal landed close by him.

Getting up, he saw that he was in the arena, having landed in the middle of Drax and Gamora, with now hundreds of angry aliens walking towards him. "I propose we postpone this competition."

"To protect this undeserving scum from the angry mob, or to stave off your own defeat?" Drax said, causing the now cowering Grandmaster to flinch. Looking down, Gamora gasped, noticing the Pandorian Crystal. She reached for it, but Drax swiped it first. "Not everything is a competition."

Drax grinned. "I noticed you only say that when you lose."

With the angry mob coming close, the Grandmaster gasped and ran off, to fall over his long cape. Looking up, he saw Titus and the Nova units above him. "This will not stay on Conjunction."

"Unfortunately, neither will we," Gamora said before I beamed them up into the Milano. Titus growled.

...

"Admit it, I could, would, have beaten you,"Gamora stated, her arms crossed, looking to the side . Drax sat in his chair , doing the same. "Think what you like, but now..."

They both reached down for their weapons, which were surprisingly gone. "Huh?"

"I am Groot," Groot said, walking up to them and holding up their weapons.

"Hey, I say we're all winners. This crystal puts us all one step closer to finding the Cosmic Seed," I said smiling, leaning back in my chair. I turned to face Rocket, my smile fading. "What's eating you?"

"It's not everyday you got to give up two rides," Rocket pouted.

"Look, I-I know you put in a lot of work on her," I said, sitting up and reaching over to bring up my backup drive. "So maybe that makes her a little bit yours."

Rocket made a puzzled face, before watching in shock, as his chair turned into his size. He smiled. "Ah, you shouldn't have." He began to press back on his chair . "Hey-how come mine don't recline!" I smiled, rolling my eyes before putting my earphones on and leaning back. Cherry Bomb started to play. Carefully pulling out the book, I opened it to it's first page. It was completely blank, except for the words near the bottom:

This journal belongs to:

Halfworld

(written by George Jones)

XHIPLXHADG69

(XPTFJMNG)

My eyes widened as I flipped the page. "Ooooo..."

Subject 89P13

Subject 89P13 was obtained on Terra, September 11, 1999.